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Some held him kin to that abhorred race,
Which beav'n's high tower's with mad emprize
And fome bis cruel lynage did ytrace.
But he, perdy, far other tale did feign, And claim'd alliaunce with the fifters nine; And deem'd himself (what deems not pride fo vain?) The peerless paragon of wit divine, Vaunting that ev'ry foe should rue its tine. Right doughty wight! yet, footh, withouten fmart, All powerless fell the lofel's fhafts malign :: 'Tis vertue's arm to wield wit's heav'nly dart, Point its keen barb with force, and fend it to the beart,
One only impe he had, Paftora hight,
And from the fol'n embrace yfprong the beav'nly
Thus fabling they mean while the damfel fair A fhepherd youth remark'd, as o'er the plain She deffly pac'd elong fo debonair:
Seem'd fhe as one of Dian's chofen train.
Now much be meditates if yet to speak,
Whiles frequent fingults check'd his faltring tale,
What needs me to recount in long detail
The tender parley which thefe lemans held : How oft he vow'd his love her ne'er should fail ; How oft the Stream from forth ber eyne outwell'd,
Doubting if conftancy yet ever dwell'd
So parted they, more blithsome both, I trow: For rankling love conceal'd, me feems, is deadly woe
Eftfoons to Lycon fwift the youth did fare, (Lagg'd ever youth when Cupid urg'd his way?) And ftraight his gentle purpofe did declare, And footb the mount'naunce of his herds difplay. Ne Lycon meant bis fuiten to forefay: "Be thine Paftora (quoth the mafker fly) *And twice two thousand sheep her dow'r fball pay,
Beat then the lover's heart with joyaunce high; Ne dempt that aught his blifs could now betray, Ne guess'd that foul deceit in Lycon's bosome lay. IX.
So forth be yode to feek his rev'rend fire; (The good Euphemes fhepherds him did call) How fweet Paftora did his bofome fire,
Her worth, her promis'd flocks, he tolden all. Ab! nere, my fon, let Lycon thee enthrall, (Reply'd the fage, in wife experience old)
"Smooth is his tong, but full of guile withal, "In promife faithless, and in vaunting bold: "Ne ever lamb of his will bleat within thy fold." X.
With words prophetick thus Euphemes fpake:
And fact confirm'd what wisdom thus foretold. Full many a mean devife did Lycon make,
The hoped day of spoufal to with-hold,
Framing new trains when nought mote Serve bis old.
Nath'lefs he vow'd, Cyllene, cloud-topt bill, Should fooner down the lowly delve be roll'd, Than he his plighted promise nould fulfill : But when, perdy, or where, the caitive fayen nill.
Whiles thus the tedious funs had journey'd round Ne ought mote now the lovers hearts divide, Ne truft was there, ne truth in Lycon found; The maid with matron Juno for her guide, The youth by Concord led, in fecret by'd To Hymen's facred fane: The boneft deed [ty'd. Each god approv'd, and close the bands were Certes, till happier moments should succeed, No prying eyne they ween'd their emprize mote areed.
But preying eyne of Lycon 'twas in vain
Ah! whether now shall fad Paftora wend,
At Jove's right hand, to Jove for ever dear. Aye at his feet fhe pleads the cause diftreft,
To forrow's plaints fhe turns bis equal ear, And wafts to heav'n's ftar-throne fair vertue's filent
Twas SH E that bade Euphemes quell each
That well mote rife to check his gen'rous aid. Tho high the torts which Lycon him had wrought, Tho few the flocks his bumble paftures fed; When as be learn'd Paftora's hapless fted, His breaft bumane with wonted pity flows. He op'd his gates, the naked exile led
Beneath bis roof: a decent drapet throws O'er ber cold limbs, and fooths her undeserved woes.
Now loud-tongu'd Rumour bruited round the tale: Th' aftonied fwains uneath could credence give, That in Arcadia's unambitious vale
A faytor falfe as Lycon e'er did live.